Plague (sequel to Tomorrow Comes Today
First of all, I don't own most of
these characters with the exception of Stan. *sniff* Why do I get the
stupid jock and Jhonen gets all the cool characters? This is the sequel to
Tomorrow Comes Today, so I would recommend reading that first. This was
written in a two week period as opposed to two and a half months for the
first story, so it's not as long or as good. But at least I'm getting
credit for it in English...if my teacher can tolerate either one. But
that's another story. This is the second story in the "Death is Never the
End" Series. There will probably be a third one after this that has just
begun in terms of the writing process. No, my writing process is writing
and then editing when I type. Yay for laziness.
"Stanley Spedowski? Wake up you pathetic little moron." He noticed that he seemed to be floating on cool air and opened his eyes to see the swirling gray marble sky along with the silhouette or some very irritated looking woman. A puff of black confetti rained down on him and the memories flooded back. He remembered being brutally tortured by a homicidal maniac, but nothing after that. "Congratulations. You've managed to screw up so bad that neither Heaven nor Hell wants you."
"Then where am I? And where am I going?"
"You're in Limbo, realm of reincarnation. Time goes by faster down here, so it's been a few months since you died. Now hurry up and choose what you want to go back as, I have to get back to work cleaning up the dump in front of Heaven's gates."
"Anything that lets me get back at Johnny! I know! I could be a tiger! But do tigers even live near him? Or I could be another homicidal maniac except better than him! But then I would annoy the crap out of myself and kill myself before I kill him."
"Make up your mind already!!!"
"Fine then. I'll be a virus or something."
"There are countless viruses! Could you be any less specific?!"
"Yeah. I could have just said that I wanted to be a tiny thing."
"Can't you take sarcasm?"
"Oh yeah. No fair using mind tricks! I want to be really contagious and make people have exploding polka dots! I want to be Cooties!!!" The woman, whose nametag read "Elize" suddenly dropped to the dark swirling ground while laughing so hard she almost choked. Or she would have if she wasn't already dead.
"Cooties?! Grow up! You can be a contagious disease with spots on the skin, but they can't explode."
"Aww. So what am I?"
"A strain of smallpox that very few know about. It's almost always fatal and you can possess your victims and control almost everything they do. We made you a little stronger than the other ones so we won't see you again for a while. But remember, if you go on another killing spree like you did last time without regard for who deserves it, you're going straight to the haunted house chamber in Hell whether they want you or not."
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"Nny, you've been dialing and then hanging up for the past hour. Just talk to her already."
"Why do you have to keep talking to me? I thought I got rid of you the last time I died."
"No. I'm not sure if you ever will be rid of me. And I still talk because you need contact with someone. It's either me or her. And there's only so much you can say to yourself in the third person." Nny was distracted talking to yet another one of his inner voices, so he forgot to hang up the phone so he wouldn't have to face talking to Devi again. It wasn't always like this. They used to have a very nice relationship. They had talked for months in the bookshop where she worked in about any imaginable topic. Everything was going great. That is, until their first date. For Devi, it was the best one she had ever been on. That wasn't saying much considering her last date had gotten diarrhea in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But looking at the stars and down off a cliff onto the countless sprinkling of lights that were the only things visible in the twilight was better than either of them could have previously hoped for.
When they got back to Nny's house, the situation inverted itself as his voices told him to "immortalize the moment" before it got worse on its own. He tried to kill Devi so all he would remember about her was this night, but the got away and had hated him ever since. He tried to apologize over the phone a few months later, but a simple apology wasn't enough for months of being afraid that any minute he could come back to finish what he couldn't that night. Nny wasn't sure why he was calling now even. But there was still that ringing on the other end.
"Hello. Gooey Earl's Garage. Do dis be an overhaul of should we just puke on your car?"
"Uh..Devi? Is that you?"
".....Johnny? Why the hell are you calling me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone! Geeze! Every time I try to move on and convince myself that you're not out there stalking me you do something! WHY?!" Nny wanted to tell her the real answer. But he knew how she would respond to that. "You can't even answer me? Why do you bother calling if you never say anything by yourself? Is your tape recorder not working again?!" The dial tone rang, indicating she had hung up.
She grabbed some suitcases and paintings near the door, locked her apartment and drove to the airport.
"Stanley Spedowski? Wake up you pathetic little moron." He noticed that he seemed to be floating on cool air and opened his eyes to see the swirling gray marble sky along with the silhouette or some very irritated looking woman. A puff of black confetti rained down on him and the memories flooded back. He remembered being brutally tortured by a homicidal maniac, but nothing after that. "Congratulations. You've managed to screw up so bad that neither Heaven nor Hell wants you."
"Then where am I? And where am I going?"
"You're in Limbo, realm of reincarnation. Time goes by faster down here, so it's been a few months since you died. Now hurry up and choose what you want to go back as, I have to get back to work cleaning up the dump in front of Heaven's gates."
"Anything that lets me get back at Johnny! I know! I could be a tiger! But do tigers even live near him? Or I could be another homicidal maniac except better than him! But then I would annoy the crap out of myself and kill myself before I kill him."
"Make up your mind already!!!"
"Fine then. I'll be a virus or something."
"There are countless viruses! Could you be any less specific?!"
"Yeah. I could have just said that I wanted to be a tiny thing."
"Can't you take sarcasm?"
"Oh yeah. No fair using mind tricks! I want to be really contagious and make people have exploding polka dots! I want to be Cooties!!!" The woman, whose nametag read "Elize" suddenly dropped to the dark swirling ground while laughing so hard she almost choked. Or she would have if she wasn't already dead.
"Cooties?! Grow up! You can be a contagious disease with spots on the skin, but they can't explode."
"Aww. So what am I?"
"A strain of smallpox that very few know about. It's almost always fatal and you can possess your victims and control almost everything they do. We made you a little stronger than the other ones so we won't see you again for a while. But remember, if you go on another killing spree like you did last time without regard for who deserves it, you're going straight to the haunted house chamber in Hell whether they want you or not."
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"Nny, you've been dialing and then hanging up for the past hour. Just talk to her already."
"Why do you have to keep talking to me? I thought I got rid of you the last time I died."
"No. I'm not sure if you ever will be rid of me. And I still talk because you need contact with someone. It's either me or her. And there's only so much you can say to yourself in the third person." Nny was distracted talking to yet another one of his inner voices, so he forgot to hang up the phone so he wouldn't have to face talking to Devi again. It wasn't always like this. They used to have a very nice relationship. They had talked for months in the bookshop where she worked in about any imaginable topic. Everything was going great. That is, until their first date. For Devi, it was the best one she had ever been on. That wasn't saying much considering her last date had gotten diarrhea in the middle of a crowded restaurant. But looking at the stars and down off a cliff onto the countless sprinkling of lights that were the only things visible in the twilight was better than either of them could have previously hoped for.
When they got back to Nny's house, the situation inverted itself as his voices told him to "immortalize the moment" before it got worse on its own. He tried to kill Devi so all he would remember about her was this night, but the got away and had hated him ever since. He tried to apologize over the phone a few months later, but a simple apology wasn't enough for months of being afraid that any minute he could come back to finish what he couldn't that night. Nny wasn't sure why he was calling now even. But there was still that ringing on the other end.
"Hello. Gooey Earl's Garage. Do dis be an overhaul of should we just puke on your car?"
"Uh..Devi? Is that you?"
".....Johnny? Why the hell are you calling me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone! Geeze! Every time I try to move on and convince myself that you're not out there stalking me you do something! WHY?!" Nny wanted to tell her the real answer. But he knew how she would respond to that. "You can't even answer me? Why do you bother calling if you never say anything by yourself? Is your tape recorder not working again?!" The dial tone rang, indicating she had hung up.
She grabbed some suitcases and paintings near the door, locked her apartment and drove to the airport.
